Geez, traveling with Boomer is ever so booooooooring! Boring! I mused as I left Boomer trailing behind Mom with a determined look on his face.
Winter is long, the days are long, the nights are horribly long; all I want to do is get out of the house and explore.
Hum…no one has been here. I don’t even see a raccoon footprint.
Let me see that wild cat hasn’t been by the yard for a long time. I wonder if all the cows chased him away. I think I take a little peek in the canal—sometimes I can catch that mean, wild, thing trying to slip onto the farm and grab some of the mice who hang out by the barn.
Nope, no strange cat prints.
I think I am going to head to the Cross-Over ditch. It’s rather dull here. There are lots of things to see and do way up to the ditch.
Let’s see; let me count the ways:
- Play on the haystacks as I go by
- Run up and over and in the spare-parts combine
- Scrabble onto the fence, then scram back down as fast as possible
- Run up and down on the implements resting on the by-way.
- If I am lucky, I’ll scare up some mice. Mice are yummy for the tummy, you know.
- Then it’s a long run/halt/run through the open ditch searching for mice and birds and other creatures hiding there
- It Dad hasn’t closed off the irrigation pipes I can run into the pipe a long way, turn around and run back out.
(I have a feeling the pipes are closed off. It seems Dad does that before the snow comes. —But I will go look anyway)
- Finally, I will make it to the Cross-over pipe. I usually don’t EVER go there unless I’m with Mom, Mom and Dad, and Boomer. But today I WILL!
Okay, before I go, let me head over to the woodpile. I like the woodpile. There are MICE in the woodpile. I’ll just hang out and grab a snack or two. Then head off through the corrals, past Dad working on one the buildings and be on my way to the Cross-Over pipe!